Excerpt from Short PoemsThe birds of spring No longer sing, The rose is seen no more; The girl I love Is like the dove, Gone to a foreign shore.I sit alone When spring is gone, And feel so broken hearted I sigh and sigh, 'tis years gone by, When we as lovers parted.It is in vain, For ne'er again Will I see my sweetheart true. Ten years ago She saw the snow, And then closed her eyes of blue.The birds of spring No longer sing, The rose is seen no more; The girl I love Is like the dove, Gone to a foreign shore.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.